Never Dull Nor Dreary

I've been flipping through photographs tonight.

I should be in bed, sleeping, that I might be ready to go, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed first thing in the morning. There are planes to catch and miles to drive.

Here I sit, scrolling through the digitalized moments of my Grandfather's funeral. The zany but characteristic reality is easy to spot ~ just as it was that day. A reception room filled with those paying their last respects, wearing the traditional dark colors of subdued emotions.

But not my Grandma.

Bright red and cheerful her top; even while her heart was heavy with grief.

It is nothing new. Not out of the ordinary. Not a surprise.

Vivid describes her best.

Much to my delight, my lens was to discover that which my eyes had already noted: Sisters cut from the same cloth.

Meet my Grandma Norma [the brunette] and my Great Aunt Maxine:

Two women who know how to pack a punch of festive flair on any occassion.